Aya Alayana
Shinto - Streets
Night Phase
MP: 320
---It hurts to breathe.
Exposure to a phenomena that is actively destroying the world's common sense; it's a toxic area that seeks to rip the magical energy from her body, siphoning her life force for some unknown purpose, although if she were forced to guess...
It was using the energy of it's surroundings to propagate itself, in that regard, it was less like a Bounded Field, and more like a form of supernatural cancer, a spreading curse that sought to envelop everything around itself for it's own twisted purposes. It's a natural extension for this sort of magic, the ability for a phenomena to spread itself without active input from the caster was a powerful tool for maintenance, it made destroying the phenomena in question difficult, and gave the caster an 'ally' in the form of the environment, yet another 'system' that will seek to spread and assist the user entirely on it's own...
---It's a twisted enough power, she can feel it even from outside the mall itself, Verde...
But it's not something that frightens her, not really, not like it should frighten a human that sees themselves standing on the edge of absolute oblivion...
The cause is no inherent sense of bravery, just like the fight on the bridge, she is able to stand in the face of this form of 'Death,' simply because a form of 'Death' resides within her own self as well, yes...
Some might call it "Destruction," but in the end it was similar enough she wasn't going to mince words about it.
A self-perpetuating curse, a power that seeks to erode and devour anything and everything around it...
Didn't that power sound familiar?
Yes.
It's quite familiar.
Something just like it burns within her heart, with each beat, a constant reminder of the flames bubbling just beneath the surface of her skin; this too is a curse, a thing that feeds off of the 'World' itself, and thus, this curse holds no fear for her...
No.
She's been around something just like it for far too long to freak out about it, and now...
She will oppose this curse with her own 'curse.'
A number of people might find the idea of a stealthy approach appealing, a manner of entrance that would seek to deflect the attention of the monsters from her as long as possible, but that sort of tactic is not one she can employ, because it will not carry her through to the 'end' of her mission. To start with, the idea that she could even sneak inside was impossible and thus worthless, but even if she could...
She could not fight off a swarm of monsters alone, that is not possible, it would take her too long to sneak to the heart of the phenomena even if she could, and even if that wasn't true, with the environment the way it is, getting too close to the origin might just crush her outright, therefore...
There is only one thing she can do, one method to approach this twisted origin, and that is...
"...Okay."
While the idea of the curse isn't that frightening, there is still a dull feeling of... Something... In her stomach when she considers her own end, but...
This moment is all she gives it.
A single breath and an exclamation, an acknowledgement that this path is what it is, and that she must simply see it through to the end with all she has...
---Toss away the hesitation.
---Toss away the fear of mortality.
---Embrace the flames.
---Embrace oneself.
---Even if it turns you into a demon, see it through until the end, that's the only way to respect everything you left behind on the way here...
Everything lost, in exchange for those inevitable lives, she will take the head of the opponent.
Her tithe, in blood and flames-!
Her foot slams down on the concrete of the parking lot.
-5 HP
Packed with prana, a line of flame explodes out here, at the edge of what just might be her final battle; at first glance one might think that there is no target here, but of course there is a target here, the original target, a certain aspect of the flames that have had them classified as both an enemy of humanity and the enemy of the planet itself, that is...
The World.
---She'll set the World aflame in order to confront the origin seeking to tear it's way through everything...
She had not been joking when she said it would be better for everything to turn to ash than fall under the sway of some sort of false, Alien God; while she would ordinarily never damage her own town so brazenly, things have escalated to the point where she can no longer avoid it.
She needs allies.
The Flames are the strongest ally she has, as begrudging of an ally as they might be-!
Opening her circuits invited the power of the origin to pull at her life force, but these flames were a magic that would persist on their own in just as savage a fashion, a relentless ally that seeks to devour everything in the same fashion of this toxic air, greedily draining whatever sort of energy it could from anything it could, an inhuman curse that shrieks and cackles as it emerges from her form, because the time to devour has come again.
What is with this air?
It is not like the flames care much, it is a buffet of magical energy, no, what sends them into an almost giddy fight, like a demon that has been loosed from the darkest depths of hell...
"Roar, mortal flames! I'll have you escort me until the very end!"
-5 HP
...The wielder is expecting them to devour it all, encouraging it even, the clap of her hands sending a shockwave of prana through the area and setting the line of flames into an explosive wave, one that greedily approaches the front doors of the mall without hesitation, the cackles and shrieks and giggling of that pseudo-sentient curse culminating in an inhuman scream of triumph, as they realize the wielder has loosened their leash...
She expects them to escort her to the 'heart' of this matter, rampage as they like, devour whatever monsters they find, whatever buildings they must, all for the sake of taking off the head of her opponent and putting a stop to the 'phenomena.'
In other words, no mercy.
The land between her and her opponent will become a barren waste, a burning inferno, but just like her namesake, she'll walk through that crimson hell like a demon, following behind her 'power' as it destroys and consumes everything it finds.
Because it's fine to destroy it all, everything destroyed will simply return to the Ignition Complex.
The flames will be her life support at the center of the phenomena, keeping her alive even at the heart of this matter by sharing their stolen power with her, devouring her enemies, and seeing them all reduced to ash, working on their own without relying too much on her, and charging power for the Final Nova...
Yes.
Destruction is where her power hails from, and at times like this...
She can't pretend that's not the case, so...
She revs the engine, flames parting in her wake as she eggs it on slowly, giving the wildfire time to spread out like a sea of living fire because it is now both her shield and her sword, and then those flames...
A dull roar...
A gigantic hand erupting from the flames, like a demon from the darkest pits...
---Slams into the doors of the mall, eating first through glass and then steel before spilling out into the depths of the building with an almost psychotic glee at the behest of their mistress, after all...
Monsters? Humans?
If the flames had a favored target...
It would be those brimming with 'power' themselves-!
---She'd just have to deal with those that were able to survive the Sea of Flames on their way to her-!
Total MP Used: -70
Yes.
Going in quiet had never really been her way...